Here’s a short poem I wrote about the shift of seasons, as we transition from late summer to fall.
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Farewell Summer (Apologies to Bradbury)
The death of summer—
sadness reigns
as the season wanes.
No more soft-serve
ice cream cones,
lakeside walks,
baseball games and
backyard cookouts.
Late August
blues ensue,
giving way to the
birth of autumn.
And you know
what comes next.
Mother Nature
pulls Old Man Winter
down from the attic,
sharpens his dentures
and deprives him of food—
until she’s ready
to set him loose
on the world again.
©2018 Francis DiClemente
Francis DiClemente 